Red

Red is the cleansing fire that brackens The coolness of mild manners Red is the raging rant of bombarding suspicions Red is the sonorous statement of a beckoning revelation Red is the color of wild, demonizing fury Red is the paralyzing parasite that sponges away your patience and good graces and replaces it with senseless angst

So why then is this a Christmas color

Green Green is the bewitching haze That hexes every movement Every utterance of every word And every wince at every thought Uncontrollabled becoming mauled and mangled By it’s stare Green is the stone inscripted with the lusts The envies, and the failures That entrap us in a torrent of misguided motions And the inconceived notions Of the 25th day Of the twelfth month Of every drifting year

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